Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

The Thug in this bitch
Get up... salute nigga, 21 nigga holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
that ride or die for their coast, nigga
Yeah, put ya to the street
Put ya head to the nigga, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!
Thug Lordz in bitch
Regime
West Coast niggaz
Yeah, untouchable man
niggaz, C'mon niggaz. Ha.

[Verse 1:
Check, my uzi a ton I hits 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I keep a guns in the lo-lo
I'm King Tut of the
everytime I drop a record dog
Shit I bring it to the gut of the
An I ain't never backed down, so don't me dog
I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause
all these faggot ass rappers yappin they jaws
Yeah they the shit 'cause when they see me they just crap in they
yeah that 50 he hot, but I heard he's a snitch
And he ran up under white boy, I heard he's a bitch
An I seen him in the hood, no where in the Valley
No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them
Heard he copped his rims and 'Big O' in the hood
Surrounded by police, wearin in the hood
Heard ran him outta New York, and he's comin to Cali
No glocks and cigs, lots of pigs
Eh nig, your rap will not outlast Pac and Big's
you fuckin wit some kids that ain't scared of the bricks
You in there, kick dead in the bricks
Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, split in a 6, c'mon

[Chorus:
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never
never
never my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
this money like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never
flip
never quit my click was heaven wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..

[Verse 2:
Yeah..
If the boss you dead, then it's off wit ya head
'specially a bitch nigga that talk to the
'specially a nigga that walk wit the feds
to award shows cause niggaz bout to him some lead
You niggaz think the coast is just Dre an Xzibit
They aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle they
We the realest the Gardens to the Village
Make the niggaz feel this
Make the sargent want to us
Godzilla will murda you nigga
I twist ya cap like a Slits malt liquor for slick talk nigga
If ya gang bang, don't crip walk nigga
Wearin a big chain get ya ripped off quicka
We the only Thug bitch
After all big faces like Rushmore, you don't want war bitch
That'll get you pistol whipped an
You lucky I wasn't on Face shit, I destroyed it
You better run like Gump in Air Forces
Cause our guns look torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the drop Ferrari, hotter a hot tamale
The holla..

LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfucker for war
we'll snitch
never
never quit my click was heaven wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..
LORDZ!
Gettin this like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll snitch
never
never quit my click was heaven sent wit to
hit we dip they holla (they holla)